Band Practice.

Amp walked into a massive back room that would be moved to the Arena ring itself when the band played but as for now it was just practice, He sat down in a big fluffy chair letting out a sigh his fingers strumming the strings on the Black and Red electric guitar sending up expert notes that sounded really damn good. Amp turned his head spotting a large drum set where his Pal bash would lay down his bad beats and the Microphone where the leader Thrash would really bring the soul of the Band to life, He also noticed a spot for Mosh and chuckled Thinking of the bad tempered Bass player.

He looked around the room had a large table and with a scream of yes he ran over picking up a plate of B-B-Q wings and sat down going to town on the large platter while he held a 2 liter of root beer in his other hand. Amp had arrived earlier than the rest but that was nothing new he was always the first one and that meant the best picking at the food. Amp looked towards the door hearing noise as he waited for his Band Mates.

Thrash walked into the room with a joint hanging from his lips, it was one thing he did that the law frowned upon, but he figured he earned it. A thin line of smoke trailed from Thrash's nostrils every time he breathed out. Thrash looked around and only saw Amp sitting there eating. Thrash shook his head as he took a seat on the couch with his legs propped on a small table that was sitting as a middle centerpiece to the furniture that was placed in a precise pattern around the room. "This should be fun." he said as he removed the joint from his mouth and flicked a small collection of ash off onto the top of the coffee table.

As the door closed naturally, Bash literally bashed the door open. He was ready for this. That flimsy arena would me torn apart from the already adrenaline rushed Spectators. He stormed in and saw the root beer. Huzzah Caffeine. He guzzled that down in seconds. "Hey guys," He said as he took his seat in the drumming set, throwing the empty bottle behind him. He checked his kicks. 7 kicks in 2.5 seconds. Right on cue.

Amp growled grabbing a old record and looked at bash before throwing it hard aiming for Bash's skull, The disc shot forward with enough force to cut through his opponents skull but Bash had at least enough sense to duck if not they would need a new drummer. Amp got up and picked up another 2 liter and grumbled sadly all they had now was Mr. Pibb.

Thrash's eyes followed the record as it made it's way across the room, he opened his mouth slightly and let a wall of smoke pour out. He lifted his left hand and tossed his microphone, knocking the record out of the air. "Are you a child?" he asked Amp as he placed the joint back in between his lips. Thrash looked down at his shoes as he moved them slightly, to allow for easier access when dropping his ash.

Bash laughed, Amps anger was amusing. He nodded to Thrash, hey you'll probably like some of this, he said as he dug into his pockets and pulled out a metal case with 8 C.C.'s of meth. And threw it to Thrash, "Try that. You might like it. Anyhow Where is Mosh?" Bash said as he tapped his snare, testing the pitch. A little low, he pulled out a drum wrench and adjusted it tighter.

Amp looked at Thrash and sighed. "Sometimes we all act childish, Like drugs for one" Amp reached over grabbing the meth and threw it in the trash can looking at Bash "Don't bring that crap in here again it ruins lives and bands", He leaned back chewing on some Double Bubble as he waited for Mosh. "Ya where is he"?

Thrash looked back and forth between his two band mates as he slumped over on the couch resting his head on his hands. "Just give him time, and wake me up when he gets here." he said as his eyes slowly shut, and he drifted off to sleep

"I'm here, I'm here. Damn, you guys are antsy." Mosh strolled into the room, Storm Wing securely on his back. "Why are you all so hot for my dick anyway?" A quick fling of his body and Storm Wing rested at his front. "We can't even start until Audio gets here."

"We can start without him, just 'cuz he is late doesn't mean we have to suffer." Thrash said with his eyes still closed. thrash grabbed the chain that was attached to his microphone and pulled it into his right hand letting it slack a bit. "Plus, who knows where he is, that guy is kind of a huge mystery." thrash said as one opened up. [color]"I came here to play."[/color] he finished with a grin.

"rhythm is optional, We can do without." Bash slammed on the twice on the kicks and snare, indicating a rhythm. Except this rhythm had a 300 BPM speed. Perfect for them to get into the beat. (lol) "Lets start warming up anyhow."

Amp put down his wings and Soda shrugging as Mosh joined them and plucked a few more strings "Jeez Mosh took you long enough, How many times do i gotta tell you those girls are roadies they will be there after the show", Amp tested the speakers making sure everything was up to Par before giving a A cord and nodded "OK Speakers are good and ready to go". Amp slammed his fingers down the cords sending off a awesome tune before plucking the strings expertly.

"While I appreciate you're complement, I'm only a flirter. I'm only a one woman man...most of the time." Mosh smiled as he spoke. He joined his band mates and tuned Storm Wing, slapping out a few notes to make sure it was right. He began laying down a bass line and spoke again, "See, now that tune...it has some tasty crunch."

(Just a question on whether I can join as a manager.)

(Hmm position of keyboardist is open?)